I was a freshman at college, my whole future ahead of me. 19 years old and felt like I could conquer the world. Different guys all the time. Smoking and drinking all the time. I was having the time of my life. I met this guy on Tinder. I thought it would be just one time. But when he left I couldn’t think of anyone else. I saw him again and again until it became much more. A month later around thanksgiving we were official. Christmas break was a mess. I was at home with my family but that’s not easy. I left on a train after less than 2 weeks. My family was worried, always suspicious of this 24 year old man who stole their baby girl. But I still went to my safe haven the only place that felt like home, 4 hours away from any family I ever known. He just held me, he was there for me when no one else was. Next semester came we were going strong, but I was crashing, not wanting to be alive. He was there for me the whole time. A month before the summer I just couldn’t handle life. I left school moved in with him. That whole summer was perfect even though all we did was work. But when fall came I was back in school. Juggling work and school was hard enough, but that didn’t matter after a month I wasn’t feeling great, we feared the worst. Immediately the two pink lines were staring back at me. I didn’t know what to feel. I felt scared and alone. Will he leave? This was just supposed to be a one night stand, nothing more but, I just knew I couldn’t get rid of my baby. 20 years old and I just stood alone then when I realized I’ll never be alone now I will always have someone close to my heart. I called him into the bathroom and he just looked at me and asked what do I want to do. He was with me for better or worse. I knew I had no choice I already loved our creation. He hugged me as I cried. The 4 inches taller and 5 years older felt like a big difference. He was my protector, my safe haven. Nothing can go wrong with a love like ours. He told me we will make this work. Now 2 months later, he still kisses me when I feel scared, he holds me when I feel sick. We barely make ends meet just the two of us. What will we do when there’s a little one. But we are are in this together. I am terrified and sometime I feel like I can’t hold on. But I know I can’t let go. It’s not just me anymore. And no what happens between me and him I will always have the greatest love of my life. My little baby.
I’m married and got pregnant, but it’s not my husbands. We split up over a year ago and I started seeing someone else after discovering that he had a girlfriend. We’ll I found out that I’m pregnant and right when I found out I could let myself be happy, I couldn’t accept it because the guy i was dating was separated from him wife. To many people would be hurt by this and I’m not the type of person who takes someones feelings lightly. So I scheduled an abortion for the following week and when I pulled up to plan parenthood there were protestors outside with signs yelling. I sat in the parking lot thinking about going in and I couldn’t do it. I have a 4-year-old son, so what makes this baby any less mine? What makes it not as special? Or makes it undeserving of love? It didn’t ask for this. It didn’t ask for us as parent’s, all it needs is love. I pulled out of the parking lot confident that I had made the right choice. I told the father that i was keeping it and he was so happy, he supported me in whatever i decided no matter what. I told my husband and he was upset but understood that the same thing could have happened to him. Now that a few weeks have gone by he is a complete jerk about it. He said I should get an abortion and he could get me pregnant and that girls who get pregnant by more than one man are ridiculous and they should be embarrassed. When i first found out i was pregnant I tried not to have any emotions about it because I wasn’t planning on keeping it. Now that I am, I’m trying so hard to fight through all of this negativity and be happy but when you have people tearing you down at every turn it gets overwhelming fast. I’m not ashamed of getting pregnant, I love my son and I’m happy to be giving him a sibling. I feel brave for fighting for this little person and making this decision to have it. I don’t have any regrets in that.
I just turned 18 in August I was still in school I was a senior in September I met a guy named Brady we were dating for a month I had unprotected sex with Brady’s. On October 14th 2016 We haven’t been dating long but we had a very strong connection with each other we fell in love once we met. After a couple days we had sex I knew something was wrong I wasn’t feeling like myself. I started getting very tired at random times, I started getting sick, my stomach was bloated, my breast would very tender, plus my period was late and I had a 28 day cycle my periods were very irregular. I was worried I contacted Brady and told me that it’s a possibly I might be pregnant he was pretty angry with me and got off connections with me. Which broke my heart he refused to tell his parents or tell anyone about the situation he just wanted to forget about it I took a pregnancy test and it came up positive but I wanted to make sure I was in fact pregnant so I went to Planned Parent Hood and took a pregnancy test there and BOOM! I was indeed pregnant. I was so scared I was too young for a baby! I was debating on what to do I wrote a letter to Brady’s parents and sent it to them two days later they wrote me back on Facebook and told me to call them. I ended up calling them and they talked to Brady about the situation they said they supported us even know we were young. They said I could move in with them after I finished school Brady apologized for leaving me and we ended up back together ever since. I am now 4 months pregnant and have my next appointment in January 12th I’m glad I didn’t get rid of the baby even though I wanted to in the beginning because I was scared and felt like I was too young but I think I made the right decision keeping it!!
When I was 17 I had a had sex with a stranger. I was obviously pregnant, to my mom at least. I didn’t know. On my 18th birthday my mom made me take a pregnancy test. When It came back positive, I showed her and we both just sat there. She finally said “you have to make a choice” at 5 months pregnant abortion was not an option. Not that, that would have been an option for me, as someone who firmly believes in life. I hadn’t heard from the father. I didn’t know his name or have a way to contact him. I decided I was capable, no matter how difficult it would end up being, of caring for a child. I went in for my first ultra sound at 22 weeks. Before I went in, I looked at my mom and said “its a boy”. I was right. My Little angel was born 19 weeks later. After my son was born, I started looking for his father. I went on the website I first found him on. it took me three months to find him. I sent him a picture and told him he was a father. I told him you can go get a paternity test and we’ll go from there or you can not respond to this and you wont hear from me again. A month later he asked me where he could get the test done. After a year of him stalling and making excuses he finally was tested and paternity was proven. I asked him to meet with me and talk about what he wants. When we met he told me that he didn’t want to be a father right now, that I should have gotten an abortion. I thanked him for meeting with me and we went our separate ways. 3 months later I received a text from him asking if he was allowed to change his mind and meet his son. I was so tempted to say no. I knew if he met his son that he would fall in love with him. I would have to share my world. I would have to trust a stranger. As a woman I would have refused him but I am a mother first and foremost. My son deserves a father. He became involved and he became a father to our son. We went on our first date, 6 months ago. Our son is now 3 years old. I never expected that the man I had a one night stand with would get me pregnant. I never expected that he would choose to be involved. I never expected him to be a great father. Life threw me on this difficult path. I have struggled and often wanted to give up. I’ve come to believe that if you do your best, things turn out all right. I don’t know how things will end up between me and my sons father but I’ve decided not to expect anything.
My battle with hyperemesis gravidarum:
As I sit here, watching my 3 year old son running around with toys all over the floor in my house. Looking over, I can see pure joy in his eyes. I feel though as it is time to write his survival story.
This is not exactly a birth story but the story of the 9 months prior. With my 3 year old son, Caden, my pregnancy was not the glowing, happy pregnancy every woman wishes for.
I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum, and it was severe.
HG, is a severe nausea and vomiting during pregnancy which can lead to severe complications with the mother and baby. Eating crackers and sipping Sprite or Gatorade was not a solution. It is a terrible disease that makes a pregnant woman affected with it in a state that can be life threatening.
In January 2012, I was feeling pain in my stomach. I went to the doctor, they told me I tested positive for pregnancy. The news came as an unexpected shock. However, at approximately 6 weeks I started getting morning sickness. It was slow at first along with some pretty intense nausea throughout the day.
A couple weeks later, it all changed. I was barely able to get out of bed, I was vomiting 20-40 times a day. I couldn’t keep down any food or liquid, so it was mostly dry heaving. I would have to be taken to the hospital 2-3 times a week for ivs to get hydrated. I began to lose a lot of weight quickly.
I went for my monthly check-up with my OB, she said I was not in good health. My life was at risk. I was 25-30 pounds down from my normal weight. I was given several anti-nausea medications but none of them worked, nothing.
My depression started, I was so sad, I wanted this pregnancy and I didn’t deserve this. I made the decision to continue the pregnancy although it was risky. This continued a little over 6 months before I started to feel human again.
My doctor made it possible by requesting home care. A nurse came over to set up ivs and I had a pump in my stomach that monitored the amount of zofran (to help control nausea).
I disliked changing needles to a different place every other day. I actually overcame my fear of needles but not entirely, ha.
In May, I discovered I was having a boy. It was a dream come true. In the last 3 months of my pregnancy I was finally able to get out of bed, out of the house more and be able to go baby shopping which is my absolute favorite thing to do.
August 27, 2012 my beautiful healthy baby boy came into the world. He came 3 weeks earlier than his due date, at 5 pounds.
Labor was surprisingly easy. He came out in just 2 pushes. It was perfect from his first breath and and still is perfect to this day.
What got me through this was the support from my friends/family. My family has been a huge help throughout this process, for that I am entirely grateful.
My son is a miracle, he is the greatest gift I have been blessed with. A huge part of who I am today. Most of all, it has taught me the depths of my own strength.
I was like most teenage girls who had a boyfriend in high school, they think they are going to get married and everything will be great. But that wasn’t how my life is. I thought I had it all figured out, I had my life pictured how I wanted it. My life I pictured crumbled right before my eyes when I found I was pregnant. I had just graduated high school and still living with my parents when I found out. I told my boyfriend and he told me to take care of it. After that I told him that was the end of the relationship.
Growing up LDS (mormon) I knew abortion was not an option. My options were keep the baby and raise the baby as a single mom or give the baby up for adoption. I was in the singles branch at the time, its where anyone who is 18-30 and unmarried goes to church, so I went to the bishop and asked him what I should do and how I should tell my parents. He told me I should give the baby up for adoption if I wasn’t going to marry the dad. I thought about giving the baby up, I even looked at adoption profiles. The more I thought about it the more I couldn’t imagine giving part of me to some stranger raising my baby.
By this time I am about 2 months pregnant and still haven’t told my parents. I knew I couldn’t hide it much longer and I had to tell them soon. I was so scared that they were going to kick me out. I had no job, no car, and no where to go if they kicked me out. I sat both my parents down and told them I had something to tell them and I didn’t know how they would take it then I said, “I am pregnant!” That’s when the tears started because I was preparing for the worst. Then my mom said, “You are not aborting the baby, and we will support you if you chose to keep the baby or put it up for adoption.” I was in shock! Did I hear her right? They are going to support me? I couldn’t believe what she said to me. Then my mind started thinking what are people at church going to say to my parents? I have made them look like bad parents. But I am thankful they are supporting me and letting me live with them.
I decided on keeping my baby and I went through my whole pregnancy without my baby’s father and it is the best decision I have ever made! I am now blessed to be the mom of a gorgeous baby girl who has become my entire world. She has made me rethink a lot of my decision and has pushed me to make a better career for her and myself.
I know being a single mom can seem like a scary thought. Just know that there are many single moms out there who may be going through the same thing. Confide in them share your story with them and reach out to be a friend to them. As a single mom I can tell you I am struggling to find friends, but I have my beautiful daughter who I get to have as a best friend. Keep your head up and know that you are going to be the best mom to your child.
I am 23 years old now and I’m 16 weeks pregnant. My boyfriend (which is now my ex) and I were living in together for 7 months which I got pregnant but to sum it up our relationship last for 1 year and 1 month. We’re planning to get married 4 years from now because we still need to help his younger brother to finish his study first. I also told him if that’s the case then I don’t also want a baby at this moment. Marriage first before a baby. Which we agreed. But he always told me that he wants a child and I can really see happiness when he will saw a baby, that’s why I thought he will stand for us if that time will come.
And then here it goes I’m pregnant for 2 months when we both now it. I cried. How about my career? I want to take my board exam first (I’m a nursing graduate). How about my life? These were the questions that runs into my mind during that time. But surprisingly my boyfriend was happy and excited after we have seen 2 lines on that PT. So we did go to OB for a check up and we found out I was 2 months pregnant.
Things first between us were okay. We agreed that we will be staying together no matter what for our baby. So we decided to tell everything to his family. And then we were shocked his father the soon to be grandfather of our child tells us that I should go on abortion. They don’t want the child. They already did give precautions to my boyfriend. My boyfriend has a lot of duty as the eldest on the family. The house it’s not yet finished. If my boyfriend will decide to marry me how stupid son he is. This is according to his father which changes everything. My boyfriend did change his decision. He will choose his family rather us. I did kneel to him beg that please we need him he didn’t.
Then one time his family decided to meet my family to talk about everything. My family do want marriage. My family is conservative and not open minded on having a child without marriage. Aside from that it’s painful for them since I’m the youngest on our 6 siblings. But instead his family did say NO. They want’s us to live together without marriage my family doesn’t want that and then my boyfriend was there standing doing nothing so we did break up for I think 3 days. I decided to resigned on my job because I’m working on night shift and I’m afraid that it will affects my babies development. After that 3 days my boyfriend contacted me and ask for another chance which I did gave to him. And I went home staying with my family since my boyfriend cannot afford to raise us due to his low wage. After a week things turns difficult again. My boyfriend broke up with me. So I did decide to go back to him to choose him over my family. We need him. My baby needs a father.
So I went back and the truth really reveals everything. When I was their he’s not the gut that I used to knew before. Even her mother was their to get rid of me out of his life. I can still remember the wors that he utters in front of me and on his mother. “I TOLD HER TO GO AWAY. I DON’T LOVE HER ANYMORE. WE’RE OVER. I DON’T WANT ANY RESPONSIBILITY. ” Those word stabbed my heart like a dagger. I did comeback for the child. This fight is for my child but how can I win this if the father of my child doesn’t wants us anymore. It’s so painful. Very painful.
At this moment I’m still fighting for my depression. I wan’t to focus on my baby. I wan’t to forget everything about him. My baby needs me more than anything else in this world so I need to be strong. My family is always their for me. They do still accepts me and continue to show there support and love to me. And also my friends were always their when I needed them. I know everything happens for a reason. God want’s us to allow him to take over everything in our life. We just need to trust Him and don’t lean on our own understanding. This baby is a blessing and it’s my responsibility to give the best for this child because i am the MOTHER. I’m hoping for a normal baby, a normal delivery on September and a cure on my wounded heart in God’s will… 🙂
I was 16 when I found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend and I have been together almost 3 years, he’s my best friend. I found out at 4 weeks that I was pregnant & also got my first ticket that day. I got told that before I reached 12 weeks I was going too loose him. My pregnancy was not a good one at all. I had morning sickness until the day I gave birth, I had been diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum. I got dehydrated every week and was in & out of the hospital. My boyfriend had been right by my side every hospital trip. Since I was so sick I was going to be induced at 39 weeks, but the day before I was going to be induced I went into labor. But I went to the hospital by myself thinking I was just dehydrated again, then it turned into active labor, I called my boyfriend who had been out the night before due to being his last Saturday before becoming a dad, I couldn’t get ahold of him, so I called his mom & they finally got ahold of him & rushed on their way! I got my epdrial At 5 because I had so much back labor. I dilated pretty quickly, due to being out all night my boyfriend went to McDonald because he Hadn’t eaten, when he left I was at a 7 within 15 minutes I was at a 9. So emergency call to my boyfriend to get his butt back luckily we live in a small town. Finally our baby boy T. was here at 12:37 pm, weigh 6lbs 13oz, 21″ long. 💕
I had big plans for my life. I had just graduated from university, and was planning to go Officer Candidate School for the US Marine Corps. I didn’t think I would ever really have time to get married or have kids because I was intending on making the military my career. With only months to go before I anticipated leaving, I physically and mentally was preparing myself for the commitment and challenge that the Marine Corps would offer, and thought of little else.
All that changed when I took a pregnancy test that came out positive. My whole world flipped upside down in that moment. What was I going to say to my parents, family, friends, my recruiters who faithfully were helping me prepare, and the father of the baby? I was at work, and trying to keep calm and composed, but really didn’t know how to deal with what was absolutely life changing. It didn’t occur to me to have an abortion, I knew that it was my responsibility to deal with the result of my actions, although my attitude was a little sour because my dreams were destroyed.
Time went by and the relationship between myself and my unborn baby’s dad dissolved, which was painful and frustrating at first. I stayed living at home with my parents so that I could save as much money as possible to prepare for the baby which presented its own challenges.
I had the first ultrasound around 8 weeks, and I saw that tiny, but precious life. I saw the little budding arms and her body was just starting to take shape. I heard her heartbeat, and fell in love. As I got further and further along, and began to feel the baby (a girl!) moving inside, I became so excited to meet this little angel!
As I came to have a relationship with Jesus as a Christian later, I discovered that I had been chosen to be her mom. That while it was not my plan, it had always been God’s plan. My daughter is now 1-year-old, and I couldn’t even imagine life without her. There are still challenges, finances are tough, and days (and nights) are long sometimes. But everyday, I am so thankful that life was the only option for me and that I am blessed to know and be a mother to my sweet girl.
I found out I was pregnant four weeks after a company Christmas party in which I became very intoxicated and slept with a coworker. He had lied to me and told me that he and his girlfriend had broken up. When I told him I was pregnant, he questioned paternity and his girlfriend wanted me to abort. I’m a devout Catholic, though I hadn’t been to church in some time, and knew that the baby inside me was a life. I am extremely blessed to say that I now have an almost 4-year-old daughter who is my world. Her father chose not to see her and I chose not to pursue child support. I have a wonderful job where I have worked for six years. My daughter has everything she needs and wants. I recently purchased a home in the town where I grew up and where my family lives.
I suffered severe postpartum depression which at one time made me want to take both my daughter’s and my life. I also suffered a hemorrhage after my c-section that caused me to lose 75% of my blood and has likely left me unable to carry any more children. If not for my family and a great team of doctors, my daughter and I would likely be dead.
I am blessed with a wonderful support system who has stood by me. The grace of God saved me and now we attend Mass weekly and love going to additional church activities. My church family has accepted me, a single mom, faults and all.
I am not courageous. My support system is courageous. They stood by me, took care of my baby when I was too ill after birth and again when I suffered debilitating depression and didn’t want to get out of bed, let alone hold my child. I thank God for them and credit them for being instruments of God’s grace.